Mr. Oates will be nine years old tomorrow. Of all the cats we’ve been owned by, he is by far the most affectionate. He sleeps with us every night, has done that since the first night he arrived in our home.
Oates was a shelter cat, surrendered by his previous owners after a marriage breakdown. We took him from desolation to consolation, changing his life forever.
He’s had some health issues lately and may be suffering from a neurological issue. He has good days and bad days. So do we but we are taking it day by day.
Usually I reserve birthday wishes for those who can read them, but I think my old pal deserves one this year. So Happy Birthday Oatsey.